Bags

I might fall out

I been acting on her

There's so much backstone

There's so much cash money

This call Stacy Dash on her

Fuck up, fuck the wind, nigga passion roll

LA go with 20, we like splash bros, and my

Band used to fall, now they don't, bros on

The walls, they on stage, we goons, lies

Out, bang, bang, one in the one, get high

Down, you ain't coming to my home, we saw a

House up, I'm like, pull up, I take a picture

I take a clutch up, no shit, shit, I'm bug

Up, I might fall out, no shit, shit, I'm

Bug up, I might fall out, I'm like, check

I just might shoot from the neck up

Flicking that boy like a wrestler

You know I bring the pressure

Callin' my gang, we steppin'

I send the flames in tomorrow

I want your chain

You was a stained cheek, Camille

Two minute pads in here

Dominic shot like a chandelier

Chopper gon' knock him off, huh

He can't heal

She wanna fuck for real

And a young nigga turn on the pill

I don't sip, I don't steal, plain

None of your niggas kill

I just poke up that real drink

Then I'ma crack his seal

Come through a swing, my player ain't knock

Nigga, I wish you will

All these fun niggas better lay down, confidence in the shell

I'm the trap and we got pounds in here, get it for sale